I coulda swore her hair was made of rayonShe wore a Milton Bradley CrayonBut she was something I could lay onCan't remember what became of me . . .Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

She put a Doobie Brothers tape onI had a Roger Daitrey cape onThere was a bed I dumped her shape onCan't remember what became of me . . .Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

Somewhat later onI woke up and she was goneThere was dew out on the lawnIn the sunriseLater she came backWith a rumpled paper sackWhich she told me would containA surprise

She stuck her hand right in it to the bottomSaid she knew I'd be surprised she got'emTake a Charleston pimp to spot 'emThen she gave a pair of shoes to me ...Plastic leather, 14 Triple D

I said: I wonder what's the shoes forShe told me: Don't you worry no moreAnd got right down there on the tile floor:Now Darling STOMP ALL OVER ME! ...Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy

Is this something newHaving people stomp on you?Is it what I need to doFor your pleasure?What is this, a quiz?Don't you worry what it isIt is merely just a momentI can treasure

By ten o'clock her arms and legs were renderedShe couldn't talk 'cause her mouth had been extenderedLooked to me as though she had been blenderedBut was this abject misery?No! No!Carolina Hardcore Ecstasy!